She’s hopeful and confident and effortless,
Streaming through the gentle rays of sunrise.
Her body yawns and mind stretches, taking in the newness of morning,
Inhaling possibility just enough, never too much, because today feels just right.
If I could bottle her up, her giddy ness and her calm, the way she exhales joy from her toes through the tips of her freshly shampooed hair,
And the way she wears herself, her spirit. The way she sprinkles just the shiny parts onto others
If I could just
carry her with me all day.
I would do that.
Only the Lonely 